Domesticating Wildflowers
One month into an apartment together and you grab his deodorant instead of yours, smell like him for the rest of the day. You’ve fallen into an easy rhythm, you cook and he launders, you hold him as you fall asleep. Even as his clockwork ticks down and grows rusty, he is there and you are both together and you are quiet. You ask if he’d like a plant - it has to be good in low light. I can’t stand it dying. - You buy a cyclamen. Magenta flowers. Take it home in a brown paper bag and tell him you have a gift, put it on his desk and open the blinds. Sunlight flooding in. The two of you, settled into an easy sweetness.